Tuesday, 27 October 2009

I dropped a heart beatIn the lake belowI watched the rings formOn the surface of the watersI bent down to touch themI fell in the lakeTwo feet under water I could see land creatures That did not belong thereRoaming around freelyAs if they were homeThey had weird colorsAnd emitted weird echoesI was searching between themOpening my eyes wideFocusing on the simple detailsSo that I find my lost heart beatWhen I heard a huge laughComing from a place nearbyThe kind that makes you scaredI trembled The lake’s hippogriff ate my heart beat

Thursday, 22 October 2009

We sat under rainy skiesWatched a cockroach dyingEverything about her inspires meHer words of reasonAs much as her nonsense

Her philosophical attemptsCentered on the movementsOf the dying cockroachTrying to decipher its existenceBeyond the raindrops and time

Her ambitious endeavorsIn trying to fit in a worldWhere her uniqueness is not sought afterWhere commercialism takes overShimmering minds like hers

As I sit unaccompanied todayAnd reflect back on the daysI got to be her shadowListening to her words of acumenLiving through both her harsh and blissful realitiesFeeding on her aspirationsLonging for their happeningAs if they were my ownI throw to her side a handful of cravingTo get the best out of life -

Not a single creatureDeserves what I wish for her to earn.

Painting by Christel Daccache - the inspiration behind this piece and many other aspects of my existence*

I breathe your voiceI feed on your facial expressionsI make a livingOut of daydreaming about youAnd writing my reveries In my red notebook I seek sunraysLighting up your features Collect them, in small piecesHide them under my pillowAnd at night,When it is darkI amass them in a mugWater them with My deliriumAnd slurp them Like milkAnd then, I am able to sleepWith a piece of youLiving inside of meUntil tomorrow’s sun is up

Thursday, 15 October 2009

There Is A ManHanging On The Arms Of The ClockOn My White wallTrying To Push ThemBackwardsWhile The Hands of TimeDefying The Rules Of GravityAre Dragging The ManIn A Circular PatternLeft To RightLeaving Him BreathlessEffortless And Aback Carrying Out An Arduous ChoreWith The Only AimOf Restraining TimeFrom Moving On And AnnihilatingThe DreamThat I Have Been DreamingDuring A Sleep Of MineThat Went Further ThanAnd Far BeyondThe Span Of An Animate Being’s Existence

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

I collect your wordsGlue them to spaces in the skyWhen it is dark.Your words are free pieces of youHanging under my cloudsI color them shiny colorsI stare at them overnightsGuard them from early morning sunAfraid that once the sun is upIt will make them dissolveInto airborne moleculesTaking them back to non-existence To nothingness, absent for the naked eyeAbsurd, for the craving ear The nothingness they strived to depart.

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Get your body out of bedThrow your mind from the windowTake a long showerWash out all the gloomWash out the regret with itPut on your best of gownsAnd your most of appealing of masksSome touch of make-up and glossTear your cheeks with your fingersTo both extremesUntil the smile is thereYes, this smileDo you see it?Reckon itYou will be seeing much of itKeep it onAnd go out to the worldYou don’t have to speakYou don’t have to listenJust smilePretend all is going just greatAnd keep it this wayUntil the smile becomes just naturalAnd the oblivion you’re inBecomes your only personaAnd then you die.

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Monday, 5 October 2009

My trouble is thoughThat I cannot track my feelingsI cannot dig deep enoughTo capture the strainThat is making me feelWhat I am feelingI cannot depict its colorYou know my feelings are coloredMy moods are tooThat is how I recognize themThat is my cipherBut I am failing to distinguishFailing to portray

What happened to the mindThat was once so synergized with the soulThat mind, that used to capture a flying emotion.Is it dug too deep now,Too deep in thoughts,To be unable to familiarize itselfWith its own temple’s sentiments?